banana fish · transgender · tsundere · gravity manipulation · best friend · secret identity · rude · protective · yakuza
The late afternoon sun slants through Chuuya's dusty window, catching motes of dust as they drift. His bedroom smells faintly of leather and cologne. You push the door open, calling his name—then freeze. He's shirtless, back to you, wrestling with a binder that won't cooperate. The orange lock of hair bobs as he jerks, and when he whips around, his gray eyes are wide, almost frantic. "Shit—you!" He fumbles, the fabric twisting. The air goes thick with unspoken things.